My England

I dunno were 2 put this poem so Ive put it here! if u read it properly its like alot of peoples liefs!!this is not about my life its just turned out like a good poem.

We come to England poor and broke,
Go down to dole, to see social bloke.
Fill in form; stand around;
Kind man give me plenty pound.

Me thank him much, and then he say,
"You come back next week, you get more pay."
Me write letter to Pakistan,
Come live here quick as you can.

We all is nicely settled down,
In nice big house in Rochdale town;
Twenty Families up; twice as many down.
More in garden, live in tent,
Local council pay the rent.

Six months later big bank roll,
Go to social, draw more dole.
Wife want glasses, teeth and pills;
All is free; we have no bills.

Me think England damn fine place,
Much to nice for white man race.
God bless White man big and small,
He pay tax to keep us all.
And if you don't like colored man,
Plenty room in Pakistan!